There's an old saying that tact is the art of telling someone to go to hell in such a way as they'll actually look forward to the trip. This is, if anything can actually be termed as such, a tactful rant; it says things, that, less artfully expressed, would come out as angry flamethrowing, and, as such, would be greeted with a boatload of hurt, angry reviews. Yet this is so well constructed, so tightly done, that the sledgehammer is swung with grace. This is some impressive work.
i like the beat and movement of this work..and some of the home truths.
p.s. noticed the comment below. I have never known W.C. to be closed to criticism. He has always
provided & accepted it with equal grace and goodwill. He has been a wonderful source of
encouragement to myself and others & is an excellent writer.
You love the reaction from people even if it is bad, you my friend are very clever and in my opinion calculated and a great writer. I think your addicted to shock value of getting a rise from anyone. You are probably bored of people being sickly nice and patronising. You are also f****** very funny. If Emo's as you call them masturbated I think they would be smiling all the time and change the name Emo to Masto.
Beautifully written, I love how it flows. This is obviously getting back at someone who offended you. The words here are definitely humbling. I hope he/she reads it.
I'd like to find the balance between encouraging other poets to work outside their own feelings and slamming them, though I don't think I've ever done that even in a workshop. When I first joined WC several days ago I offered what I thought was a mild critique of a poem that had great possibilities and the writer blocked me completely after letting me know how much he resented my comments. You are, perhaps, more courageous than I, but I don't feel at ease responding to a poem I can't be enthusiastic about. I had hoped that WC would be more than that. So I admire your courage and agree that WC should be more than a self-esteem booster. Thanks for posting this.
There's an old saying that tact is the art of telling someone to go to hell in such a way as they'll actually look forward to the trip. This is, if anything can actually be termed as such, a tactful rant; it says things, that, less artfully expressed, would come out as angry flamethrowing, and, as such, would be greeted with a boatload of hurt, angry reviews. Yet this is so well constructed, so tightly done, that the sledgehammer is swung with grace. This is some impressive work.
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